"Ahem, Mr. Olos, my cold won't be transmitted to you, right?"

Seeing that Orlos was interested in entering the house, Darcy coughed twice.

Her voice was full of weakness at this time.

"It's okay. Since Mr. Bai asked me, I have to fulfill my travel duties."

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Oros's mouth, like a cracked pumpkin.

"Ahem, that's really embarrassing."

Amidst the woman's slight cough, the obese businessman walked towards the house with steady steps.

"It doesn't matter, this is my duty."

The closer he got, the stronger the smile on Oros's face became.

Gradually, that smile gradually turned into a circus clown-like paint, which made people feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

What was worn on Oros's face seemed not to be a mask, but a mask, a mask engraved with strange patterns.

But all this has nothing to do with Darcy lying on the bed.

She covered her head with a quilt, not wanting others to see her sick appearance.

The only sounds in the house were coughing and the sound of men's footsteps.

The sun shines into the house from the window, making the house bright.

But for some reason, the room at this time was filled with a cold atmosphere.

It's like a ghost is wandering around again.

Uh-huh.

Oros swallowed softly and walked softly as if he was afraid of disturbing the woman on the bed.

From a distance of less than ten meters, he could clearly see the pattern of the quilt on the bed.

You can see the shivering Darcy hiding under the quilt.

"Hey, Miss Darcy, if you're cold, can I get you a cup of hot water?"

Even Oros himself didn't notice that his voice was mixed with a hint of hoarseness at this time.

The dagger he held behind him became more dazzling under the sunlight.

When the man crossed the threshold between the two rooms, he seemed to have entered another world.

The fine dust shines like stars floating in the night sky under the sunlight.

Oros stood still in front of the bed, the dagger in his hand feeling hot.

He tightened his body, gritted his teeth, and the smile on his face became stiffer.

Obviously no one could see the expression on his face at this time, but he paid more attention to the changes in his expression.

The hand holding the dagger turned white from the force.

You can actually see green veins on the fat palms.

He looked towards the front blocked by the wall, as if he saw some rare treasure.

He saw the goal in his heart, just like it had been fifteen years ago.

As long as he waved the dagger in his hand, the thing would be at his fingertips.

As if he was thinking of the near future, a dark light flashed across Oros's godless eyes.

The man was breathing, breathing rapidly.

It was as if hot blood was flowing through his chest, scalding his soul.

His footsteps hit the ground as if they were being pressed against rocks.

The wrist that was holding the dagger suddenly began to tremble.

The fat on my face was like beans in a dustpan at this moment, being shaken back and forth.

Oros's eyes were like a wild cat on the roadside, constantly dilating and shrinking.

He raised the dagger in his hand, and the sunlight outside became more and more dazzling.

As long as he kills them, as long as he kills that person, he can...

"That's it."

A slightly bored voice sounded in the room, followed by a crisp sound.

It seemed like something struck the steel.

Hearing the sound, Oros felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body froze on the spot, like an ice sculpture.

But it was not the dagger in his hand that made the noise, but someone behind him.

Bai Qiyun, who was supposed to go to the forest to search for the murderer, returned and was squeezing a person's arm.

The arm of a real murderer.

"Dulcie."

The female reporter who was supposed to be lying on the bed unexpectedly came to Oros's back at some point and picked up the short knife in her hand to stab him.

But her hand seemed to be clamped by iron pliers, unable to move.

Obviously the young man's hands were not much different from hers, but he possessed such great strength.

"this..."

Oros woke up from a dream and turned around.

What caught his eye was indeed Bai Qiyun pinching the arm of a reporter named Darcy.

Judging from her posture, I guess she was within a short distance of winning.

"Mr. Bai...you..."

Oros, who was frightened for a while, wanted to say something, but Bai Qiyun raised his eyebrows and shut him up in an instant.

Bai Qiyun stepped on the ground with one foot, and a beam of light burst out.

The aqua light turned into a rope and tied the businessman tightly.

Oros is like a domestic pig whose hands and feet are tied up during festivals, and is left to be slaughtered.

After doing all this, Bai Qiyun turned around and looked at the flushed female reporter in front of him.

It seems that even if she chose to take action, Darcy was still in poor physical condition at this time and her cold was still severe.

Darcy smiled miserably, her legs softened, and she collapsed directly on the bed.

Looking disheveled at the ceiling.

Bai Qiyun let go of her hand so that she could lie down properly.

"Since when did you know this?"

"Not long."

The employer who was originally the target of protection has now become the target that needs to be controlled.

This is an irony for Bai Qiyun anyway.

He leaned against the wall, looked at the village outside the window and sighed quietly.

"Is it necessary to go to this point?"

Hearing this, Darcy covered her face with her arms.

"Is necessary."

The two of them exchanged words with each other, but Oros in the corner looked confused. It was obvious that he didn't know what was going on.

"When did I start being exposed?"

"From the moment you choose to take action."

Perhaps wanting to make his defeat clear, Darcy looked at the boy.

Bai Qiyun closed his eyes and recounted what he had been thinking about for the past two days.

"Actually, I didn't suspect you at first, because when everyone really started to become suspicious, it was when Doerha disappeared, but you were following us that day and had no chance to commit a crime."

"Then why did you..."

"But what if you weren't the one who killed Dolha in the first place."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Bai Qiyun glanced at Oros in the corner and startled him.

"If nothing else happens, the fat man should have killed the passenger, and the only one you really killed should be the tour guide at the beginning."

Darcy didn't speak, obviously acquiescing.

"Once you figure this out, the inference is very simple. The only chance you can kill the tour guide is on the first night on the island. In order to have a reasonable reason to escape, you deliberately chose a place without a toilet.
To be continued...